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Posted by The Happy Tutor
Conversation as intercourse. Intercourse as commerce. You know somebody's getting fucked. I think it might be us. Ad copy tattoed on our lover's forehead, and we're so inured to it that we don't even notice anymore. We're trying to make love in the middle of the marketplace, but we're just getting screwed.
To prove his point, he admits he flogs Dreamhost and runs adsense on another site. So we rail against Wealth Bondage, slaves all.
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Occupation:  Consumption of advertised goods
Ran across this today. Hadn't heard it put quite like that. Gave me a two-huff chuckle. Ha.
Posted by: a.mole | March 08, 2007 at 03:07 PM
What a job. Two-legged dumpster.
Posted by: Tutor | March 10, 2007 at 10:58 AM
Hey Tutor,
Are we really still doing this!?!
Yes, we are, so here's some potential fodder for you:
link
It's enough to make Cap'n Blowtorch stand up and salute.
Posted by: Bruce | March 13, 2007 at 03:21 PM
The essay at that link is satire, right ?
Posted by: JJ Commoner | March 13, 2007 at 08:15 PM
Satire or spoof, yes, I would think so.
Posted by: Tutor | March 13, 2007 at 09:47 PM